“Zane Lang encounters Zane Lang”, a film by Patrick Royal:
Calling all … all blogging burners, survivalist aesthetes, desert rats, sacred activists, uberjollers, gonzo journalists, hippies reincarnate, diehard libertarians, cultural creatives, nieue afrikaanians, glocal emergents, even just voyers, lurkers and wannabes.
Going out on Monday 26 October 2008, participate in a post-AB08 synbcroblog. Reflect collectively on our experience in words and images.
For those who haven’t done so, a syncroblog is a peer-to-peer similtaneous blog posting, in which you contribute your offering together with links from all other participants to theirs. This way we can host in our usual online space but still be linked to each other. Once your post URL is ready, submit it to me here via a comment and I will compile the list of participants. You can then copy and paste it into your own blog post.
So on Monday 26th (1 week after the event), first thing am, I will create the list and post it here. Copy it and edit your offering, and the syncroblog is away. It’s a great way to get an overview, and for lazy press hacks to purloin plenty of excellant material concerning local Burner Culture. But, in a gifting economy, plagiarism is impossible, right?
What is a “calling?”.
Why are many seemingly happy people not vexed with this question? Are they not listening? Are they not called? Does a calling presuppose a “Caller”? And how, on earth and in heaven, did Moses do it?
Wo wo wo, timeout: this question can be a can of worms.
My consideration is not theological or theoretical, so don’t expect too much theory here. For me, the holy fool, the question of vocation is a messy, dank, all too real Continue reading “Calling AVJ Twinstar…”
In “The shamanic shadow in the old testament“, I did a lightweight survey of shamanic myths and practices throughout the Pentateuch, poetry and prophets, moving in a more or less linear way through time.
I now want to continue to examine the rest of the canonical bible. This time however, I’d like to start at the “end” and move towards the “centre”, ending up at the crux of the matter – Jesus Christ.
John of the Revelation
The Revelation was written by John (not necessarily the same John as author of the Gospel or disciple of Jesus) while in a state of exile on the isle of Patmos. It is possibly the most controversial book of the 66 and its inclusion in the canon was not unanimous.
Revelation has been open to misinterpretations by readers (with an underdeveloped sense of the metaphorical) confused by the relationship between the literal and metaphor. This includes looking for inappropriate meanings in its rich set of symbols and reading chronological events into its structure.
Aside from fitting Revelations into one or another agenda, one of the reasons for this wildly varied speculation is no doubt as a result of ignorance of its literary genre, known as Apocalyptic. (Daniel is another example of this). One feature of Apocalyptic literature is an abundance of highly symbolic imagery.
God is making a movie. He’s using us all—whoever we are, whatever our gifts, in a cast of billions. We make it what it is—a holy narrative of Love, with a screenplay of astounding complexity, resulting in accolades the likes of which have never been seen or heard. (Ephesians 2 paraphrased)
Friday 27 July, Cape Town: We gathered to explore the parable of Gods Movie under the banner WeTube. Whether or not we cut and post an actual movie remains to be seen, (candles are not optimal lighting for cinematic productions, as we found out) however I think all felt that the event was worth it.
After diving straight in, open spontaneous prayers from a diverse group of people (many who were meeting for the first time), ignited the atmosphere. Prayers of brokenness, desire, and seeking, evoked images of emergence from a silent, desert space, as well as the delight in connectedness revealed.
When we started filming, the screenplay ran seamlessly from one actor to the next. Implicit in the event was the understanding that we were not gathering to perform a precast liturgy, but that the liturgy would emerge from who we are as individuals and as a unique group, to the degree that we authentically brought ourselves into the narrative. Furthermore, unlike the cults of movie celebrity, we brought not our egos nor agendas of power and glamour, but the emptiness which could make place for an expression of Spirit.
Threads of conversation included estate agency as a mission of compassion, Jesus’ words concerning acts towards the least being acts towards himself, a meditation on breath (accompanied by a singing bowl), a reading of TS Elliot’s Marina, cardigan knitting as service, an Islamic enquiry into the nature of church, and the Eucharist served to Van Morrison’s Rave on John Donne.
Living to live in a world of time beyond me; let me
Resign my life for this life, my speech for that unspoken…